User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/"The Vermillion Enclave"/@comment-3124101-20120211000928/@comment-25220117-20121021170613

The rat stepped forward, shaking his head grimly "Yew dint say anythin' about comin' along on your little joyride" ''His paw slipped into the folds of his blue-cotton vest, withdrawing a knife held expertly between forefinger and thumb. His expression didn't change, but the meaning was plain to see'' "Ain't no good hirin' if'n yew dint keep your promises, sirrah"